The three year old and I have been having something of a power struggle lately. It's my own fault really. I've babied him along this far, but enough is enough. This morning I decided to compromise. He could get his pajamas off, and I would help him get his clothes on. He didn't want to do that. I asked him who was the boss? His answer? Jeremy.
Obviously, I'm doing something wrong when a seven year old wields more power than me.